Zach gave his most dignified return look possible to the Quartermaster. It was actually easier, as they'd described themselves as the Iron Fists of Revenge. It was comparatively less silly than the usual name around this world. He leaned over, looked at the squirrels and the paper. "Should..... here, let me help you with this." He picked up the pen, gave it a confused look, but understanding the principle put the tip to paper. "Tell me what to write, and I'll record it for you. Until we get some appropriately sized paper, that is."